Happy On Holy Purity Herb Hyssop

Sipping hyssop tea, holiness overcoming all of psyche, eyes wide open in wonder like a newborn child slipping out of womb, but still feeling warmth of mother's milk suckling at breasts. Wanting to wander, protected, shielded, purer than pure, whiter than white sheets on a newly made bed, bouncing a dime. Counting bricks in buildings like stars in a sky, heavy and there for a purpose, keeping out monsters, holding in purities, hyssop hissing but not like a snake, the opposite of a snake, sprinkling on body, arms, neck, face, everywhere, purity for a pure person, already pure made purer. Crystal clear, golden in color, transparency like a bar of soap without the suds, without the sediment, ears hearing angels singing, people talking but like songs, new songs of King David, world singing, people caring, purity setting in, yes, it is holy. All angels surrounding me, touching me with hyssop dipped wings, washing my feet in hyssop sprinklings, purer than a mikvah, a mikvah cleaning the inside of my body, my organs feeling renewed, toxins disappearing, bells ringing, tinkling, waters flowing and sounding like springtime springs, streams streaming, hyssop everywhere, sipping purity, knowing wonder, knowing HASHEM.